How do you want your retirement from EAW to play out? Like a match against somebody or perhaps something else.

I want my neck broken

Since RoV be hating on my hovercraft when I once retired, this time I'm going to use a huge hover device to take the whole ring with me!

Well if i dont win the WHC at PFP, im gonna get a haircut and be full-time chairman and my last days as a competitor will be spent tagging with ryan savage for however long he needs me. After hes done with me, ill just pull a Vince and completely run things behind the scenes.

this is ofc completely in character speking

Passing the torch on to somebody else who can beat me in a beer drinking contest at PFP. Probaly a retirement match or so at PFP, that would be cool.

Hopefully I'll just win the last match I wrestle, go hug Stew-O and walk out.

When I die, EAW dies.

In the ring, at the age of 80; my belly full of wine and a girl's mouth around my cock.

Robbie's got it planned out.

Never walking again.

Retire?



Just Kidding, I'd probably like to put over either a guy came up along side me (so basically someone from the current NEO Roster) or a younger guy in a passing of the torch situation like Venom said. Hopefully in a big match at a PFP, of course that'd be a LONG time from now...

casually leaving

As WHC.  

When I finlly get in dat goat cirlce like should be  

I want to win one world title, get a decent reign out of it, and then lose it in a pretty cool way and then announce my retirement the following week.

Probably some loser leaves town match. It would fit my obnoxious character since people would want me gone. Somewhat like when Jericho had to leave town.

Like HRDO did.

When one of my clients conquer some great streak... oh wait.  

When one of tre's clients gets fired... oh wait.  

If you don't know how HRDO retired, you gotta read the 3-year anniversary show. It was perfect.

in the greatest heelish way possible, you'll see soon.   

THE LITERAL UNDESERVED, UNDOUBTFUL BEST IN THE WORLD AT EVERYTHING I DO.

Similar to the way HRDO retired at PFP 11 or 12. I'm possibly getting a job now and there's stuff I want to do in real life so it could be sooner than that idk.

Edit: Or at RTR.. that'd be symbolic

Honestly don't want anything fancy. Maybe retiring after so many FPV loss is enough for me.

I think people have heard this before,
 
Basically what I've accepted is that I'll be in my mid-to-late 90's. Due to my lifestyle I'll actually be quite self-sufficient and perhaps on a rare occasion, agile. Every morning and random periods thru-out the day my body will become intensely stiff, in which I'll have to go through grueling procedures to loosen up. Some moments, every movement I make will have a back or a joint ''cracking'' and it will be extremely alleviating. I will often lie on the floor spread out in attempts to even out every crooked part of my posture. My mind will have certainly deteriorated, I will find things so irrelevant to remember I'll literally not even try to remember. I'll have the same personality but I'll be far more perverted, which is how my death comes into play..
 
I'll basically be living out my past life as a King Salmon. I'm probably going to be in a Hospice just for the sake of having very attractive very young maids born 60-70 years after I was tend to my every whim and desire. They'll average about 21 years old. I'll make obscene sexual gestures to the maids who will always laugh it off and don't get offended at all because I'm just an old man who doesn't know any better. I'm going to spend my last days fancying the youngest maid, a 19 year old slender brazilian latina with a perfect body, perfect skin and perfect titties and ass who doesn't know much english. Perky little hands and feet with a fuckable tight face and an equally tight clit.
 
The scene will be me inviting her into my most private chamber after a slap on the ass, and the way her ass bounces will be what encourages me to invite her. This chamber is a room where even some nurses and aids aren't allowed in. I'll have copies of all my greatest written achievements plastered on the wall, eminem LP's by the record player, dvd's of code lyoko with an automated code lyoko meal maker machine and etc.. After spending hours admiring myself and my work and how great I've been all my life, I'll do what I usually do when I'm bored and start caressing my balls. By then they'll be so in-sensitive from a pain threshold standpoint, I'll be able to swing them through walls and not feel a thing. As for this youngest maid, I'll soon invite her into my chambers. One thing leads to another, we're in the bed and she's doing absolutely everything to me. Blowjob, footjob, gives me a fascinating rim job while I'm stroking my balls and my dick. One thing leads to another and we're having the best sex I've had in my 90-something years of life, I'm hitting it from all angles. It's safe to say absolutely no condoms or birth control is involved, and this girl only got her cherry popped while riding the back of a horse (which is common) so no blood. At the end I can feel my soul slipping, I know that such pleasure wasn't meant for a man my age to experience and I've realized it's my time. This is what I was born to do. It's an emotional sexual experience and we're both shedding tears at some points. She's fucking me from the top bouncing on my dick with her young, glistening skin screaming "papi-sito" while holding onto my nipples softly and nearly crying. I catch a massive heart attack, and somehow survive as she's asking me if im okay distraught. I tell her im fine and have her sprawl out all over me both of us naked, as we kiss and she clings to me. I bring her to her back, mount her from the top and fuck her until I cum literal gallons inside of her, filling her womb with my semen. I pull out and more semen goes flying all over the place, all over the bed, projectile and I'm yelling as she's moaning and my balls literally shrink to the size of raisins after a lifetime of abuse. All the pain I've inflicted on my balls returns all at once, and I suffer a second massive heart attack and collapse ontop of her, fading away until I feel painless and the rest of my post-mortus existence is feeling the ecstacy of ejaculating inside of her until I am re-born in a stream near Seattle, Washington as my spirit animal, the Salmon; only to be fished by Y2Impact's half-asian hipster great grand-children and eaten by the campfire.
 
That is how I'll die.